Poor Engineer Poem by Khaoula Basty

Poor Engineer

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My father was a poor man, but strong.

I entered school to study and become an engineer.

I always thought my teachers would encourage me.

I always thought my friends would love me,


I was poor, my friends were rich

My teachers encouraged the rich students.

Should I ask them to encourage me because we are equal

In the name of Humanity?

Should I ask them to love me because I am poor? But

I have a powerful mind.

I thought my school life would be a paradise.

I thought my teachers and friends

Would be my second family, but rich,

Rich with emotions of love, hope, and joy.

I started struggling to be a good, ambitious, and smart student.

I participated in class, I was friendly,

Not only with my teachers, but also with my friends.

I showed and proved to all of them my genius,

So they helped me and encouraged me to get higher marks.

We lived in mutual respect and mutual love.

We are born Human but different,

So let us live equally with our differences and similarities.

Now, I'm an engineer and I do love all of them,

My teachers and my friends.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dignity
Souren Mondal 11 February 2016

It is a fact unfortunately widespread that bias for the economically, socially, and racially 'backward' people intervene too much with talent.. Here lies a fundamental problem with the education system, and you approach it with simplicity and optimism.. A fine write Khaoula. Thanks for sharing.

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Anil Kumar Panda 10 February 2016

Very nice. Glad that what you have struggled for you achieved. Inspiring.

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